Harry Potter Morning Light

Harry chased the swamp digger for a while, and the surroundings became more and more strange. The muddy swamp gradually became solid again, and a gloomy grove appeared in the fog of the swamp.

This grove is unusually quiet and creepy. The thick dead leaves cover a winding path in the forest like an unfortunate life that has lost its support.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew from the top of the tree, making the branches waving wildly, but the wind didn't blow downwards, and the dead leaves on the ground didn't move at all, so it looked extraordinarily weird.

"Harry Potter..."

A hoarse voice sounded like a hopeless sigh from deep in the woods.

"Potter!"

Just when Harry was wondering if he should climb up to have a look, footsteps sounded behind him.

"You called me just now?"

Harry asked the unknown man in black.

"Of course it's me, who else is here besides us?" the man in black asked inexplicably.

"What's your name?" Harry asked.

"Why are you asking this?" the man asked in a vigilant way.

"There should be a title."

"You can call me wormwood," said the man in black.

"You joined the Death Eaters?"

Absinthe ignored Harry, and he pointed his fluorescent wand at the eerie forest, which seemed to be a very long path.

"Are you going to check this place?" Absinthe asked.

"I have this idea."

"Then why don't you act?"

"Because, I don't think it's a good idea to act without authorization." Harry raised his wand, fired a red spark into the sky, just like he did in the maze during the Triwizard Tournament, and stepped onto dry soil , found a stone and sat down.

Wormwood also found a stone to sit on. They waited for a while, but no one came.

"No one seems to have seen our signal," said Absinthe.

"Wait a minute," Harry said cautiously.

"The fog in the swamp is too thick," said Absinthe. "Perhaps there is nothing suspicious about this forest."

"You think we can investigate first?"

Absinthe stood up and walked into the forest first, followed by Harry.

After walking about a dozen yards, they found a fence, just like the kind used on a farm, and there were some farm implements scattered in the woods, as if this place had once been a farm.

They walked forward for a while, and there was a lonely gatehouse. The trees began to become sparse, and rose vines were everywhere. Maybe this was once a garden, but now it has become overgrown with weeds due to the lack of people to take care of it. .

After passing through what appeared to be a ruined entrance, Harry saw a strangely shaped tree, all kinds of tangled, twisted and gnarled. The roots were winding and twisting on the surface of a fountain like vines. In the gap, you can see an incomplete stele engraved on the sandstone, which looks magnificent and unpredictable.

A dark green bird suddenly flew over their heads.

Harry and Wormwood followed it until it settled in a teardrop-shaped nest of thorns hanging from the top of the monstrous tree.

It was a dolphin, sad and small, looking a bit like a malnourished vulture.

"I remember you have a white owl." Kuai looked at the Bu bird and said, "That bird is much cuter than it."

Harry pursed his lips tightly and did not answer. Hedwig was not a phoenix after all, she died after receiving the Unforgivable Curse once, and could not be reborn.

The Irish phoenix was an omen of death to the wizard, so he and Absinthe were careful to avoid the big tree.

Suddenly, without warning, Harry's scar began to ache when they reached a clearing.

He couldn't help but reach out to cover the scar on his forehead, his eyes could barely see, and his head was about to split open, as if someone was going to use a chisel to pry his skull open.

"Merlin..." Absinthe moaned loudly.

"What's the matter?" Harry narrowed his eyes and came to Absinthe's side.

The place where the garden should be behind the fountain has been dug up now, because it was buried very perfunctorily at the beginning, and after being exposed to the sun and rain, you can see human bones exposed on the ground, endless, like a sea of ​​bones.

Muggles are needed to make dementors, and Muggles can't fly. When Voldemort returned in 1997, a large number of Muggles disappeared. Not all of them were eaten by werewolves.

"What do you think, is this one of his 'farms' or did we find the headquarters?" Harry asked.

Absinthe's eyes widened, as if she had lost the ability to speak.

Dementors once helped Malfoy escape from Azkaban. If Voldemort and Pete Pedillo plan to go to Scotland, they will also fly across the sea.

Harry understood why Voldemort had come to this place.

This is a "farm" similar to a death camp, and the "crops" grown are monsters like dementors.

But what do they grow mandrakes for?

Harry remembered what had happened in the second grade. Mandrakes could be used to make resuscitating potions. Perhaps, there might be a basilisk on this island, or even in the swamp.

"Let's go!" Harry pulled the wormwood back quickly.

On the way back, he saw a lot of climbing nets and some traces made by magic. It seemed that someone had trained here.

It appears he's not just looking for the Dementors, but his former minions as well.

Harry thought a little desperately, and his steps became faster than before.

Just as they passed by the big tree, Bu Niao suddenly yelled, the sound seemed to be crying, and then, the forest seemed to come alive, even if there was no wind, the branches were trembling.

"Ah~"

There was a baby-like cry.

Harry recognized the sound, the cry of a young mandrake.

Then the cries grew louder and louder, and Harry and Worm scrambled and ran, leaving the eerie forest before the cries became fatal.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, as the forest woke up, a group of monsters in black robes slowly rose into the sky.

Water froze in their path, all joy was gone, and Harry tried to Apparate, but found it wouldn't work.

"Do you know how to evoke protection?" Harry asked Absinthe.

"No, quickly use that spell!" Absinthe yelled.

"I..." Harry looked at the overwhelming number of dementors, not sure that his Patronus could drive them all away.

This was different from the last time in the Forbidden Forest, because the dementors had to obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic and could not harm wizards outside of Azkaban.

He didn't know it was his hallucination, but there was a dwarf standing in the mist not far away.

He looked about the height of a six or seven-year-old, wearing a hooded poncho, with the hood largely blocking his face and revealing only his silver and blue hair.

Standing beside him was a more illusory figure, and as a gust of wind blew by, both of them disappeared into the mist.

It didn't take long for the noisy forest to quiet down. Those dementors who came out of the nest seemed to have been pressed the reverse button, and returned to the forest again, as if nothing had happened.

"Am I dreaming?" Absinthe said to herself.

"Don't be in a daze, let's go!" Harry grabbed Absinthe's arm and ran wildly, meeting Blaise Zabini on the way.

The group didn't bother to say anything, and ran back directly. They didn't stop to breathe until they were near the castle, because they could apparate when they got to this place.

"You... what did you do? So many dementors, why are they gone?" Blaise asked.

Harry didn't answer him.

Although he used to be a Quidditch player, because of lack of exercise after work, he can no longer compare with when he was young.

"I understand what happened here." Harry said hoarsely. "Let's go back."

A few people Disapparated almost impatiently.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Blaise asked.

"You can ask him." Harry said, pointing at the absinthe. "I'm going to see my friends. See you at St. Mungo."

With that, he Apparated in front of Zabini.